0,00 €
As Lili puts on her cam show, the devil jumps out of the computer screen through the internet. He wants to take her to his palace in hell, but before that, she must prove herself worthy by committing mass murder in a mafia whorehouse.
A macabre short story of bloodbaths that degenerates, a least partly, into comedy.
Das E-Book können Sie in Legimi-Apps oder einer beliebigen App lesen, die das folgende Format unterstützen:
Tom Knocker
MISTRESS OF HELL
- Horror Novella -
Copyright 2022
Sigmund Freud once called humans a "prosthetic god", because we want to raise ourselves above nature with the help of technology. Especially since we have good and bad instincts, all hellish excesses in this short story are to be understood (only) symbolically. Religions are powerful in real terms, albeit fantastic and quite absurd.
A CAM GIRL ON QUESTIONABLE PATHS
Lili's red hair curled like snakes with every step. She wore a fitted leather jacket and a half-full supermarket bag. Under the city's steel-gray sky, after-work traffic rumbled. But beside her strolled jauntily her boyfriend, Angelo, who was studying mythology.
"Did you know that Christianity has hordes of demons that come from older religions, Lili? There's not just one God, one devil and a few angels. Oh no, Babylonian and Sumerian myths, like ancestors, have fertilized our whole imaginary world ..."
So he chattered until they came to the skyscraper where Lili lived. It resembled a ruin.
Suddenly, the young woman saw a shadow fluttering by, and she stumbled, "Was that an owl?"
"Nonsense, what would an owl be hunting for here and now?" retorted Angelo. He looked at Lili obliquely. "Considering the tide, though, I have to get to my part-time job with the fishing boats. And you? You wouldn't have time for your boyfriend anyway, because you're hitting on random guys."
Lili rolled her eyes. "Are you jealous?"
"No, well ... maybe I would have reason to be."
"I'm just working as a cam girl, Angelo."
"Well, that's pure innocence, of course."
"I'm not claiming that at all. Still, I don't even touch these guys. Granted, some of them have mouths so vulgar I'd like to fist them in the gums," Lili explained. "But don't you dare confuse me with a hooker. I can't stand hookers to death."
"Competitive," Angelo said with a shrug.